The beginning of every Doctor Who season starts out the same, utter childlike joy. I become a small child waiting wanting a story before bed time, to excited to sleep. This year the start of the season hit me extra hard, with the realization that soon I’ll be able to share this story with my own little companion. No longer will I alone fight Daleks as the silent companion, I’ll have someone fighting along with me, sharing in my joy. As a parent I’m looking forward to sharing the cultural experiences I’ve enjoyed; my first Star Wars viewing; rolling my first d20; watching the Doctor dance. Jack’s not even born yet and I’m planning his first rpg, trying to figure out how I can go about threating the gum drop mountains of Candy Land so he can rush in to save the day.Read More . . .